Now night arrives with peculiar viciousness
Free from the strange glow it once would descend against
You could see the factory lights from any given point in the town
On orbits of razor wire. Now darkened, they still keep us down
I suffer this like a dream
My father sits down on the porch stair next to me
He rubs a tattoo that's lost all its clarity
But the image depicted has power; it serves to remind
How time will conspire to erase every trace of a life
I suffer this like a dream
Just close your eyes and point anywhere on the map
And gather the few things the banks cannot take back
Did you in your life ever think you'd be present to see
The kind of events that could turn atlases obsolete?
I suffer this like a dream
No I
I can't stop thinking about it
I can't stop thinking about it...
It just keeps going on
I suffer this like a dream